In Bridgeport’s football trenches, far away from the glistening lights and tax evasion of Greenwich, or the glamour of more prominent high school footballing states, Dalton “The Blanket” Mercer earned his nickname by smothering receivers like a winter storm. Standing 6’0”, he erased passing lanes, allowing just twelve completions in man coverage as a senior. His mother, a former D-II basketball player at the nearby Sacred Heart University, taught him to deny space with the tenacity of a full-court press. Summers were spent practicing, and the fall on the worn out turf of John F. Kennedy Stadium, where his [90] speed and photographic memory turned routes into regrets. CFSL Scouts noted over his 14 interceptions and 41 pass breakups, stats that redefined “lockdown.” Bemidji State pitched CFL dreams, Wagner vowed NEC dominance, but Dalton seeks a program that weaponizes his coverage (and is actually in the CFSL). Off the field, he dominates chess boards at Elmo’s Diner, said to be three moves ahead, a skill mirrored in his pre-snap reads. He plans to study psychology at [YOUR SCHOOL HERE], aiming to “get inside every QB’s head before the cleats come on.” The Blanket’s next mission? Wrap up Saturdays (and all the other days the league plays).